* Snow *

SNOW... Just the thought of snow sends a slight sliver of emotion down my spine. The cold, the pure white, the blanketed sorrow that bures down upon the earth... What else can cancel school with a mere inch? It's like a mutuated spawn of rain, and cold, chilled air. Picture this, it's a snow day, outside sits a fresh blanket of snow, children are running, sledding. Hot chocolate is brewing on the stove. Inside the air is warm, fresh, fierce, also inside sits me, angered, hate raging and pulsing through my veins, black eyeliner is running down my eyes, I'm crying, beating my fist against the ground in hate. This is my feelings towards the evil, that only the devil himself could have sent. SNOW...